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VRX 9000: Sex Games
Random Adventures - Pixie's Punishment
Part 5: The Location - Part 2
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The Story:
You slowly let out your breath as you read through the new email from Morgan. Last night was an experience you'll likely never forget and the possibility of another night like that has you on the razor's edge. At first, you are not sure what to make of the email. It reads: "Pixie, I will be picking you up tomorrow evening. Be well washed and have your makeup in prime condition. I don't care what you'll be wearing this time, just make sure you can take it off without ruining your makeup. I'll have my own clothing for you, special made. I'll be bringing you somewhere special so be on your best behavior. -Your Goddess."
You re-read the email several times running over everything vigorously in your head. Tomorrow evening? She didn't give a time. Does that just mean you have to be ready at any given time? Fuck. The idea of her having her own clothing for you makes you a little nervous as well, if she made you wear a string-bikini in a packed club what will she make you wear this time? And yet... you are not too worried you realize. The whole tone of the message seems as if you passed your test last night and you won't be subject to people like her entourage again, and likely not be dressed so skimpy in such a public place. Maybe just a private place?
Eventually you drive yourself crazy thinking of all the possibilities and just force yourself to go to sleep. Instead you end up twisting and turning in bed nervously for a few hours but sleep does eventually take you. The next day you are just a walking mess of anxiety and stress. Your parents seem to notice and yell at you a bit more than normal which just makes things all that much better. Fuck them. You consider several times contacting your friends but in the end decide that there is a chance you might end up liking all of this. You do find Ms. Morgan attractive, and from the web cam sessions you do know you enjoy being her slave. As long as you can find a way to steer her away from putting you practically naked in a club you stand a good chance of actually looking forward to this. You find you are actually looking forward to tonight the more you think about it.
Around 3pm you start to get ready, you figure the soonest she could mean by 'evening' would be 5pm and give yourself a solid two hours. You shower and eat a light meal then take a good solid hour making sure your makeup is just perfect. You are looking pretty good once it is finally on then think of something that would be easy to take off and find a nice summer dress, white see-through with orange patterns and flowers. You'll be able to pull it down instead of up. You don't wear anything else.
After pacing back and forth across your room for another hour once you are finished there is finally a car horn from outside. Trying to ignore your parent's annoyance you quickly rush downstairs grabbing your purse and are out the door before they can really get up and start screaming like they normally do. You find a very expensive luxury car outside with Ms. Morgan driving. She is obviously pretty well off, although you are pretty sure you knew that already. She give you a small smile and indicates for you to get into the back seat. You quickly do so escaping your crappy house and parents.
The inside is even more impressive than you thought from the outside. You have so much room you can hardly believe it all fits and the seats are extremely comfortable. You couldn't fathom the cost. Ms. Morgan looks back at you with another small smile. "Miss me, Pixie?"
"Yes, goddess." You respond quickly. You think you mean it.
"Good. Middle seat, Pixie. There is a back on the floor with your outfit in it. Please put it on as we drive." She says starting to pull away from your house already.
"Yes, goddess." You respond again, scooting over to the middle seat. You can tell Ms. Morgan has a perfect view of you the way her mirror is tilted. Well, you might as well give her a good look. Before grabbing the bag you strip out of your sundress letting your tits bounce free giving your goddess a good look. You squirm down letting the dress cling to your ass before slipping it down your legs letting her see every inch of you. By the smile on her face you can tell she is watching you as she drives. You let her look over your creamy pale skin before slowly spreading your legs to let her see your perfectly bare cunt and pink pussy.
"Get dressed Pixie, we'll have plenty of time for a show later." Ms. Morgan instructs with a commanding tone from the front seat.
"Of course goddess." You squeak not expecting to be reprimanded for showing off your body. Blushing a bit you get to business grabbing the bag on the floor and putting on its contents. Just looking at the lump of clothing you have no idea what it is meant to look like. You start to put it on one piece at a time. First, black latex sleeves up your arms that end in gloves that go half way up your upper arms. You stretch your arms around noticing how perfectly they fit, they must be custom made. How did Ms. Morgan get those measurements? Next you pull up some more black latex up your legs to about mid thigh where they hang needing support. You pull on a very high-up black garter belt that hangs around your waist almost right below your breasts. It has drapes that run down to your thighs then clips that attach to the leggings keeping them up.
Next you put on a thick studded-leather collar with a thick metal ring in the front and clips on either side of that. You find a sort of bra next, more like black leather hoops that wrap around your breasts and hold them up attaching to your collar so they look really nice and firm before wrapping around the back with one strap for support. Then, last but not least, you strap on some high stilettos and pull up a black thong that does the very minimum at covering anything. You think it is there just to finish the look more than to actually cover anything.
"Finished, mistress." You say once you are sure there is nothing else in the bag. You look at yourself in the tint of the window and damn do you look hot. The black latex sleeves do a good job of accentuating your breasts, ass, and pale skin. The thong and high waist of the garter belt show off your impressive thick ass while the strange bra squeezes and shows off your bustier tits making them look firmer than they actually are.
"You look marvelous Pixie." Goddess responds not hiding looking back at you through the mirror this time as she waits at a red light. You can't help but blush and smile a little bit at that happy to make her happy. "Now spread your legs as far as they go. Touch the two doors with them if you can." She waits for you to do so, putting your pussy on full display with the tiny thong splitting it down the middle. "Now put your arms behind the left and right headrest." She commands waiting for you to finish again. You end up jutting your breasts out even more and your body is completely on display. You blush a bit realizing the windows are very tinted and are very glad for it. You sure look like a sex object right now.
Your goddess continues speaking. "Now Pixie, I want to talk to you about some things that might interest you. Do not speak until I finish, understand?" She says glancing back at you to let you know she is serious. You just nod quickly. "Good. I have been thinking about our little blackmail situation and I think it is in both of our best interest to start getting rid of it. I want you to have hope at the end of the tunnel as my sex slave instead of being hopeless and do something stupid." Your ears perk up hard at that, is she serious? Surely she is just messing with you? But that tone... she is serious, isn't she? You continue listening intently. "I have quite a few videos of you Pixie, but I am willing to permanently delete one every time we have a satisfactory session. For example if you do a good job tonight I will delete one video. If you have enough good sessions you will eventually remove all of the blackmail I have on you and technically be free. Everything would be up to you at that point."
Feeling your insides churn in anticipation you can't help but fidget a bit in the back seat at her words. Is she serious? You blush a bit realizing that this makes you be a good slave as much as it helps you get out of your arrangement. Fuck, you can do it, right? You continue to listen. "Now, I will be taking more videos of future sessions but I promise those will remain in my personal log and not used to keep you here." She starts driving again moments later than gets a more serious tone. "However Pixie, if you do a poor job on one of our sessions your punishment is two-fold. First, I will keep the video of that session as blackmail instead of keeping it to myself. Secondly, you will earn a session with my entourage. Last night was about testing you and show you the punishment that awaits you if you do poorly. Do you agree to all of this, Pixie?" Ms. Morgan says as she pulls up to a rather fancy looking club.
You hardly notice the car has finally stopped and just stare forward blankly. Fuck, do you have a choice? Why wouldn't you say yes? It isn't like there is any other option of getting out of this. That also means that you don't have to see those filthy ghetto sluts if you do a good job. Yet... this so obviously puts you actually wanting to please her. Is that so bad? Your insides are in turmoil but when Ms. Morgan prompts you again you know there is really no other answer. "I agree, goddess." You practically whisper acknowledging your new slave contract. How many web sessions did you have with her? How many sessions do you owe her? You might be able to find out looking over your computer's history. And damn, every time you fail you don't remove a video AND you add a new one. This is going to be tricky.
"Perfect. I hope you and I will enjoy our sessions equally in the time to come." Ms. Morgan says with a smile. "Out, Pixie. We are here." She says as the door is opened for her.
You blink out of your deep thoughts and blush as the door is opened for you and you are forced to step out onto the street. There are people everywhere as you realize you are downtown. You are at some kind of valet for a club and someone drives off with Ms. Morgan's car as you stand on the street corner blushing and looking around at all the people that can see your naked breasts and thick ass with the thong splitting it. You cry out a bit in surprise when Ms. Morgan clamps a leash onto the big center ring of your collar. "Follow, Pixie." She says with a knowing smirk and starts to walk into the club.
You nod quickly and follow led by the collar drawing a good few looks as your pale ass sways behind you with your breasts on full display. You quickly enter the cover of yet another club and gasp when you suddenly get a good look at it. It isn't any ordinary club, it is a fetish and bondage club! You look around as Ms. Morgan speaks with the bouncers and realize that you will actually blend in of all things. Just about everyone here is dressed in a similar fashion. You see naked women all over the place realizing it is in-fact a lesbian bondage club. There is a main stage, an extensive bar, and extensive seating and tables around the place amid sex toys, bondage material, cages, etc. It is overwhelming at first as you once again begin walking into the club clacking on your stilettos. This is... hot. And just Ms. Morgan! Hell, you wouldn't mind playing with some of these women.
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Which card do you pick?
